Post by Zacharia on Aug 3, 2013 15:41:15 GMT -8
Name: Zacharia “Zach” Sjord
Class: Shaman
Affinity: Fire
Age: 16
Appearance: For starters, Zacharia is nearly six feet high and looks like he could use a good meal or two. But don’t let that fool you; he’s actually a pretty speedy athlete. His navy blue hair comes down past his shoulders, but his bangs are well kept and usually don’t come down past his thin eyebrows. Zach’s eyes have brown irises, with a rounded nose underneath. His clothes --mostly his “borrowed” green cloak-- are stained and covered in soot. Underneath is a darker green tunic as well as grey pants and a pair of battered leather shoes along with a little bit of leather armour which you can really only see the left shoulder pad of.
He’s been getting better at spellcraft, but occasionally his hexes and incantations backfire which creates a smoking mess on his clothes that he never bothers to clean. Watch out for friendly fire.
Personality: Generally, Zacharia has a sunny disposition. He’s also known for acting impetuous in the worst of times. Like that little brother you never had/wanted. He has a fierce loyalty to his “yet-to-be” homeland of Bern and a belief that magic is the superior weapon. Could you blame him? Explosions are pretty cool.
Backstory: Being a Bernese Mage is almost unheard of. Bern’s known for its strong physical military force. Being born under a magic-wielding noble house gave Zacharia some sort of excuse. He attended an old and worn magical academy to study and hone his abilities for most of his life so far. He wasn’t a fan of the place, but he couldn’t really teach himself, right?
So he lived the dull existence of any rich kid. However, while out on an errand run with a teacher from said academy, he ran off to see the sights of the town. He wound up at a museum where he ran into a green-haired teen named Selibas. The two had an awkward little chat as they looked at the exhibits, but the peace would be quickly disrupted by the arrival of a crude lot seeking to own the building’s treasures for themselves. Zach didn’t have much of a clue about what was going on to be honest. Words were exchanged, and shots were fired. They were joined by a well-muscled man named Cyril, and once Zacharia was told of Selibas’ journey towards the Bernese Rebellion, the shaman hopped aboard before you knew it.
The night of when they showed up, Zacharia was offered a drink of a suspicious looking-liquid by one of the “soldiers”. He downed it and within a few minutes felt woozy. He retreated to an empty tent and passed out in it. And that’s his story, for anyone who’d believe it.
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Zacharia was in for a rude awakening in the form of gravity. He landed with a thud out of a decidedly deciduous tree on the side of a mountain. He had nothing on him but the clothes on his back and a book of spells, which really was just about all he had on him anyway. The only signs of population was a giant wall of gold in the distance. He safely made it down the face of the mountain without teleporting into anymore trees and on the path to the “wall”.
It’s been a few months since he’s traveled to Arcadia and the shaman still has no idea of why he’s here. He has learned of the time period, but no one believes his story(why would you). He passes himself off as an orphan, which seems much more plausible given his attire. He’s managed to scrounge together a shelter by running odd jobs for a church. But as soon as the next caravan leaves, he’d be tagging along with it by any means necessary.
Class: Shaman
Affinity: Fire
Age: 16
Appearance: For starters, Zacharia is nearly six feet high and looks like he could use a good meal or two. But don’t let that fool you; he’s actually a pretty speedy athlete. His navy blue hair comes down past his shoulders, but his bangs are well kept and usually don’t come down past his thin eyebrows. Zach’s eyes have brown irises, with a rounded nose underneath. His clothes --mostly his “borrowed” green cloak-- are stained and covered in soot. Underneath is a darker green tunic as well as grey pants and a pair of battered leather shoes along with a little bit of leather armour which you can really only see the left shoulder pad of.
He’s been getting better at spellcraft, but occasionally his hexes and incantations backfire which creates a smoking mess on his clothes that he never bothers to clean. Watch out for friendly fire.
Personality: Generally, Zacharia has a sunny disposition. He’s also known for acting impetuous in the worst of times. Like that little brother you never had/wanted. He has a fierce loyalty to his “yet-to-be” homeland of Bern and a belief that magic is the superior weapon. Could you blame him? Explosions are pretty cool.
Backstory: Being a Bernese Mage is almost unheard of. Bern’s known for its strong physical military force. Being born under a magic-wielding noble house gave Zacharia some sort of excuse. He attended an old and worn magical academy to study and hone his abilities for most of his life so far. He wasn’t a fan of the place, but he couldn’t really teach himself, right?
So he lived the dull existence of any rich kid. However, while out on an errand run with a teacher from said academy, he ran off to see the sights of the town. He wound up at a museum where he ran into a green-haired teen named Selibas. The two had an awkward little chat as they looked at the exhibits, but the peace would be quickly disrupted by the arrival of a crude lot seeking to own the building’s treasures for themselves. Zach didn’t have much of a clue about what was going on to be honest. Words were exchanged, and shots were fired. They were joined by a well-muscled man named Cyril, and once Zacharia was told of Selibas’ journey towards the Bernese Rebellion, the shaman hopped aboard before you knew it.
The night of when they showed up, Zacharia was offered a drink of a suspicious looking-liquid by one of the “soldiers”. He downed it and within a few minutes felt woozy. He retreated to an empty tent and passed out in it. And that’s his story, for anyone who’d believe it.
--
Zacharia was in for a rude awakening in the form of gravity. He landed with a thud out of a decidedly deciduous tree on the side of a mountain. He had nothing on him but the clothes on his back and a book of spells, which really was just about all he had on him anyway. The only signs of population was a giant wall of gold in the distance. He safely made it down the face of the mountain without teleporting into anymore trees and on the path to the “wall”.
It’s been a few months since he’s traveled to Arcadia and the shaman still has no idea of why he’s here. He has learned of the time period, but no one believes his story(why would you). He passes himself off as an orphan, which seems much more plausible given his attire. He’s managed to scrounge together a shelter by running odd jobs for a church. But as soon as the next caravan leaves, he’d be tagging along with it by any means necessary.
